food

Urban Homesteading in Portland and Beyond

Urban homesteading is not usually the term I use to refer to what I’ve been doing for the best twelve years or so. I tend towards kitchen gardening or urban farming. And these days, I’m transitioning towards rural food production at Amaranta Farm. But I see those who do call themselves urban homesteaders as allies in the same movement, and I’d like to see that movement grow….

Walla Walla Sweets

In other gardens, I haven’t had much luck with bulbing onions.  Rationing bed space in small spaces, I lavished most of my attention on more flashy vegetables: tomatoes, eggplants, peppers,…

The Princess Blooms

Some girls dream of being princesses.  I’ll admit I dabbled in that too.  I used to dress up in rummage store gowns and high heels and parade around with my…

Harvesting Garlic

I planted fifteen pounds of organic garlic last October and finished harvesting it this morning.  Given that my soil needs more improvement (mostly a few more years of working in…

Baby Bitter Melon

It’s kind of ugly and horribly bitter, but the years I spent in Nepal have made it into comfort food — and one I sorely miss.  How shall I prepare…

Cauliflower and Broccoli

Now that I’ve set up a shady place to work, I hope I can cultivate more patience for my dial-up connection.  After all, what’s the hurry?  While I wait five…

I left our yurt and garden in northeastern Oregon a week and a half ago for a brief vacation in central Oregon and a few days in Portland to catch…

I’ve been in Portland the last week, attending a graduation, visiting my son, and catching up on computer-related work.  I’m heading back to the yurt and garden in Wallowa County…

A hint of spring weather in Portland this morning gave way to rain, ruining my plans to transplant herbs and clean up the  yard.  So I started tomatoes under grow…

Getting Close to Ireland

The closest I’ve been to Ireland is Conwy castle on the coast of Wales.   It was summer, mid-way through college.  I was in a naive and dreamy stage then, weighing…

A Food Grower's Search For Identity

It’s simple: I like to grow food, eat it, and share it with others.  In the future, I might sell surplus to a local farmers’ market.  Problem is, there are…